Wednesday, May 5, 2010

I LOVE WATCHING YOU SLEEP. YOU'RE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING IN THE WORLD AND WHEN YOU SLEEP, YOU'RE EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL.


YOU'RE PRECIOUS AND FABULOUS AND YOU MAKE THE WORLD SO WONDERFUL TO BE IN.
YOU CRIED WHEN I DROPPED YOU OFF AT LINDA'S AGAIN. I'M SO SORRY BABY. NOW THIS DAY IS JUST DRAGGING BY SO SLOWLY.

YOU'RE STILL SICK. I KNOW IT MAY SOUND LIKE YOU'RE SOME SICKLY LITTLE CHILD, YOU'RE NOT, I PROMISE - YOU JUST GET COLDS LIKE ALL KIDS DO, BUT YOU'RE MY BABY, AND I DON'T WANT ANY ILLNESS TO BEFALL YOU, SO EVERY TIME YOU GET EVEN THE SLIGHTEST BIT SICK, IT'S A BIG DEAL TO ME. THIS COLD, THOUGH, IS A BIT CRAPPIER THAN THE REST B/C YOU'RE SO VERY STOPPED UP AND COUGHING, BUT IT'LL PASS, I KNOW.

YOU'VE STILL GOT THAT DANG PACIFIER. I JUST CAN'T TAKE IT AWAY FROM YOU WHEN YOU'RE SICK. I JUST CAN'T. IT SEEMS SO MEAN TO DO. ONCE YOU'RE WELL AGAIN, WE'LL TAKE IT AWAY AGAIN AND GET BACK TO THE PACI ONLY AT NIGHT - BUT UNTIL THEN, IT'S YOURS.

LAST NIGHT YOU DECIDED I COULDN'T LEAVE YOUR SIGHT, BUT I HAD TO GO TO THE BATHROOM SO YOU CAME INTO THE BATHROOM WITH ME AND PLAYED ON THE FLOOR WHILE I DID MY STUFF. THIS, OF COURSE, IS NOTHING NEW - NORMALLY I HAVE TO HOLD YOU AND MANAGE WIPING AND PULLING UP MY PANTS WHILE DOING SO (AWKWARD ONE HANDED, LOL), BUT LAST NIGHT YOU FOUND THE TOILET PAPER. AND YOU LOVE TOILET PAPER.



I LOVE THAT YOU LOVE ME. I REALLY DO. IT'S SO WONDERFUL TO LOOK AT YOU AND KNOW YOU LOVE ME. IT'S WONDERFUL TO LOVE YOU. TO FEEL THE LOVE SWELL UP INSIDE ME TO THE POINT THAT I THINK MY HEART WILL BURST. IT'S SO AMAZING.

I NEVER KNEW BEING A MOM COULD BE SO PERFECT. IT'S HARD, DON'T GET ME WRONG - THE LATE NIGHTS, THE CRYING, THE STRUGGLING TO JUST CHANGE A DIAPER WITHOUT GETTING POOP ALL OVER ME, THE SUCTION BULB-ING THE SNOT OUT OF YOUR NOSE WITHOUT ACCIDENTALLY POKING YOU IN THE EYE, THE STICKING A THERMOMETER UP YOUR BUTT WHEN I THINK YOU HAVE A FEVER AND MAKING SURE NOT TO ACCIDENTALLY STICK IT IN THE WRONG HOLE B/C THAT WOULD BE GROSS AND WEIRD, PICKING YOU UP AND PUTTING YOU DOWN AND PICKING YOU UP AND PUTTING YOUR DOWN B/C YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU REALLY WANT YET, BEING PUNCHED IN THE FACE WHILE I'M SLEEPING, THE BEING SCRATCHED WHILE YOU TRY TO GET OUT OF THE TUB B/C YOU DON'T LIKE IT WHEN I RINSE YOUR HAIR - ALL OF THAT IS HARD, BUT I DON'T DISLIKE ANY OF IT. I LOVE IT ALL. IT'S ALL WONDERFUL EVEN IF IT DOESN'T SOUND IT B/C I HAVE YOU. THE ONE THING THAT I THOUGHT WOULD BE THE HARDEST, IS, ODDLY THE BEST PART: THE FACT THAT I HAVE NO PRIVACY AND NO ALONE TIME ANYMORE B/C YOU HAVE TO BE NEAR ME - I MAY MISS THE ALONE TIME EVERY NOW AND THEN, BUT I'D RATHER HAVE YOU WITH ME 24/7 THAN HAVE 5 MINUTES ALONE. YOU'RE MORE IMPORTANT THAN ANY ALONE TIME OR PRIVACY. YOU'RE SO WONDERFUL TO ME, BABY. ☺

I LOVE YOU ANGEL,
♥ MOMMA

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